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SCEN. VI.
Ballio, Tyndarus, Asotus, Techmessa, Pamphilus, Phronesium.Tech.
Here's a champion for you.
Phron.
Come, Sir, this sword be yours, and if you dare
Maintain the lists against me, as I fear
Your bloud is whey by this time, by your valour
You may redeem your honour, and your sword.
Asot.
This is another Hercules come from the distaff.
Phron.
If not, I do proclaim thee here, no Knight,
But meane to post thee up for a vile varlet,
And the disgrace of Chivalrie.
Pam.
O my shame!
Asot.
A dainty Lady errant.
Ball.
A fine piece
Of female fortitude.
Phron.
If this stirre thee not,
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A dirtie filthy huswife.
Pam.
Would it were not
Dishonour now to kill thee!
Phron.
If your valour
Lie in your back-parts, I will make experience
(Whether a kick will raise it. Pray go fetch him
Some aqua vitæ: for the thought of steel
Has put him in a swound: Nothing revive you?
Then will I keep thy sword, and hang it up
Amongst my busk-points, pins, and curling-irons.
Bodkins, and vardingals, a perpetuall trophie
Exit Phron.
How brave a Knight you are.
Pam.
Where shall I run
And finde a desert, that the foot of man
Nere wandred in, to hide from the worlds eyes
My shame! S'death, every Page, and sweaty Footman,
And sopie chambermaid will point and laugh at me.
Tyn.
I joy to think that I shall meet Evadne
Turn'd on the sudden Moor. How black and vile
She will appeare!
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